Page 87 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
Taking a deep breath, I filled her in on what had transpired yesterday.
“Wait a minute.” She sat back and held up her hands. “He drove here right away and told you that he loves you?”
“Yes, but—”
“That he wants to be with you? And raise this child?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“That he’s willing to change his life for you? Move here? Get married?”
“Not in those exact words, maybe, but yeah. I guess that’s what he meant.”
“And this is the guy who tied you up in his closet and talked dirty and did amazing things with his tongue?”
“Um…yes.”
Jillian sat back. “So where’s the ape, Nat? Where’s the cluelessness? Where’s the misery?”
“I don’t know, OK?” I stabbed the noodle into bits. “It just wasn’t right.”
“Forgive me, little sister, I know you’re going through some shit, but maybe you’re being a little too picky here. I think Madam Psuka might have been right.”
I looked up at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, this wasn’t exactly planned. You guys haven’t been together for a decade. Miles didn’t have ten years to come up with the perfect proposal. So maybe it wasn’t the perfect pitch, but guess what? You’re pregnant. With his child. And you guys are going to have to sort of feel your way from here. I know that’s hard for you, but life threw you a big fat curveball and you took a big hard swing.”
It was big and hard all right. “Yeah. We did.”
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“So maybe you need to be a little flexible. Cut Miles some slack. Let your life take this new direction—it’s not what you planned, but maybe it’s meant to be.”
I bit my lip. “You think so?”
“Yes.” She reached across the table and put her hand over mine. “And you guys love each other. You’ve been friends for twenty years. Maybe it’s not the perfect love story, but it’s yours.”
Tears filled my eyes. “God, Jilly. I’m so fucking tired of crying.”
“It’s the hormones,” she said, coming around to hug me. “It will get better.”
“When?” I sobbed into her stomach.
“I don’t know. Eighteen years?”
I choked out a laugh. “Jesus. Eighteen years.”
“You won’t be alone, honey. You’ll have Mom and Dad, me, Sky and Sebastian. And you’ll have Miles, too, Nat. I feel it. I see it in the way he looks at you. How he’s always looked at you. He loves you—you just have to let him do it his way.”
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I lay awake most of the night wondering if Jillian and Skylar and even Madam Psuka were right. Was everything I wanted right there in front of me and I just didn’t recognize it? Was I too stuck on the idea of what I thought the fairy tale would look like? After twenty years of being just friends, had a few days of crazy bound Miles and me for life?
Was this our story?
How did it end?
I sort of felt like the prince had come to rescue me, and I’d turned him away from the castle. But you know what? I didn’t want to be rescued by the right thing.
